Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Urahara's a Hentai ❯ Urahara's a Hentai ch3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: trixipixi 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.27.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 614 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.27.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 614 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 3 - BLISS?
She was playing with him. The was he wanted to be played. Building anticipation. Her
ponytails and bangs, her long thigh high socks, the tight white blouse of her uniform.Oh,
she is so cute. He thought, as she "frolicked" in front of him on their tour of Karakura
town.
She was doing what he liked , what he wanted , all so innocently. Batting her eyelashes
at him, looking coyly over her shoulder, up at him. Her lips full and smeared with shiny
lip gloss, totally kissable. He thought of running his tongue across them before kissing
her.
(Secret Fantasy 12) She started calling him Onii-chan, pulling him by the arm every time
she saw something "Sugoi" amazing or "Kawaii" cute, her eyes wide. He melted, and his
dick got harder.
He'd see glimpses under her skirt when she bent down to pet a dog that was out walking
its owner. Or when she bent over to smell flowers in a shop. But one other thing he
noticed was that he wasn't the only one enjoying the view.
Out of the corner of his eye he'd see "them", stopped watching her. And when he turned
around "they" were gone like phantoms. He thought he as just being paranoid or
protective. At first.
Then the waiter at the resturaunt "accidentally" spilling water on her. Making her white
blouse see through, her pink bra and her nipples hard in an instant. They both watched,
mouths open, as she wiped the water from her cleavage. Not the Kisuke didn't like that,
but he didn't like that the waiter liked that.
He'd taken his haori off and put it around Yoruichi, and sent her outside to wait for him
while he paid the check. No sooner had he stepped outside, than he saw she was
surrounded by 3 punks trying to get her to go to a party. Why weren't they in school?
Yoruichi was vehemently saying no. That she was waiting for her onii-chan. They were
persistent, grabbing and pulling on her. (If they had known who they were really dealing
with they'd have run screaming). Yoruichi stayed as the sweet high school girl she was
playing for him, shy and frightened, running to Kisuke when he came out.
"Oh, Onii-chan, can we go?" she pleaded sweetly.
Kisuke wrapped is arm around her and smirked at them as they left. It had been a long
time since he had saved her, if ever. It felt good even if it wasn't real.
xxxxx
It was afternoon, they were at the train-station, heading to the beach. The platform was
already packed. This route had a lot of office building stops, so a lot of commuters used
it. Which is why Kisuke had bought the tickets for it. Yoruichi was in front of him. He was
standing protectively behind her.
He'd come back from buying tickets to see 4 guys talking to Yoruichi, trying to see what
school she went to. And prior to that he's seen two business men trying to take pictures
of her and up her skirt, when he had gone to check the times. It was starting to piss him
off. All the while Yoruichi was just as wide eyed and pleasant as the moment this game
started, chatting with girls from another high school about the stress of exams.
When he stopped giving the evil eye to every guy that looked at her, he was able to
relax and enjoy her, himself. The way she smelled when she caught a whiff of her when
the breeze caught her perfume. Her soft brown skin, when he brushed against her. The
fullness of her breasts , when she giggled. He liked seeing her, so soft and girlie.
Their train pulled up, and within minutes they were able to board. Kisuke maneuvered
them to the back part of the car,and just as he had wanted they were pressed into a
corner, by the window.
To his delight, with him tight behind her, Yoruichi was pressed against the window. He
could see over her shoulder, her breasts pressed against the glass.
(Forbidden Secret Fantasy 1- Grope a High school girl on the train) A wicked chuckle
escaped Kisuke's lips as the train got under way. The shifting of the car into motion
caused him to push into Yoruichi.
"Ahh, Aya-chan. Sorry" he said a smile on his lips. The passenger next to him looking
over at him, then lingering at Yoruichi. The man realized that Kisuke was watching him
and turned away.
"No, its okay, onii-chan," Yoruichi said sweetly, looking over shoulder at him, arching her
ass into his hard cock. His eye widened as a jolt of pleasure went through him. He'd
better enjoy this, its not like he'd get to do it again. He grabbed Yoruichi with his left
hand, pulling her back into him, his right side was facing the rest of the car. He held
very still, his eyes under the brim of his hat scanning the car to see if anyone could tell
what he was doing. His mouth as turned up into a devilsih smile.
He rubbed his cock slowly into Yoruichi. And so no one could tell he buried his face in her
hair, to mask his panting. His left hand moved from her waist, headed to her skirt. Her
hand stopping his before he hit home.
Why had she stopped him? Oh yeah , he thought, happily. She's a good girl. All the
better.He was tingling with delight, almost about to burst. He moved his hand a little bit
more forcefully under her skirt, over her panties, rubbing and stroking her lips. He could
feel the fabric, start getting wet. Kisuke was in heaven. It was so exciting, so naughty,
so dangerous.
He was relishing the pleasure of doing this in public, when he felt something on his leg.
He looked over Yoruichi's shoulder to see both her hands on the glass, he looked to his
right and saw a man reading a paper, nonchalantly holding his hand out looking to
stroke Yoruichi's leg, but getting Kisuke's instead. Kisuke grabbed his finger and bent it
back. The man didn't make a noise but took his hand back still reading the paper.
Kisuke's mood was ruined.
Yoruichi looked back. "Onii-chan, are you okay?"
"Yeah" he said watching the guy reading the paper.
It just got worse from there. Once off the train, Yoruichi's antics playing in the water
for his amusement, brought on a crowd of males. He covered her with his haori again,
and took her to the amusement park on the boardwalk.
Every other guy that passed by her "dropped something" so they had to bend down,
trying to look up her skirt. He couldn't go to the restroom or get them something to
drink without some guy propositioning her.
The ride back wasn't any better, he didn't even get to get close to her. Their was an old
woman facing him, as he stood behind Yoruichi. She'd definitely object to what he was
thinking. Her eyes were accusing him now. He could try a little rubbing but that old
woman would snitch for sure. And if Yoruichi was in a "playful" mood she might pretend
she didn't know him. So he stood as still as stone, trying not to look at the old woman,
who was boring holes into him. He pulled his hat down further over his eyes. Yoruichi
was talking to another set of girls , this time about makeup, and sitting right in front of
her was the guy with the newspaper. Kisuke wanted to strangle him. He looked up
smirking at Kisuke then went back to staring at Yoruichi's crotch.
The train ride was horrible, it was all he could do not to punch the newspaper guy during
the ride, because he kept dropping his paper or brushing up against Yoruichi's leg.
Kisuke couldn't wait to get off , dragging Yoruichi behind him. She was still chattering
and bouncing around as Aya-chan, which took most of the edge off.
"Onii-chan? Are you okay?"
"Hmm. Yeah." Kisuke said solemnly.
"Hey, Urahara. Whats up?" Renji said coming up the sidewalk with Ichigo, Chad and
Uryuu. "Who's the cutie?" he said scanning over Yoruichi.
"Wha- What?! Yoruichi is that you?" Ichigo exclaimed, not able to take his eyes off her.
Kisuke rolled his eyes, trying to pull her and keep moving forward.
"Its Aya-cha-" Yoruichi started but Kisuke's hand covered her mouth, not wanting to
reveal the detail of their game.
"Umm. Are you coming to school tomorrow?" Renji said almost panting at her, not
looking at her face at all.
"Maybe," she said smiling then glancing up at Kisuke "Not, no. Sorry guys." She
shrugged apologetically, but Kisuke wasn't having it and walked off. Renji didn't hide his
appreciation for Yoruichi's new look. Uryuu and Ichigo tried to pretend they were looking
at anything but Yoruichi. Chad just blushed.
"Will you be wearing that at dinner tonight?!" he called out her as they left.
"That's if I let you in for dinner,ya' damn moocher!" Kisuke called back.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Kisuke."
"Fuck off!!"
xxxxx
Kisuke was walking angrily. Yoruichi a few steps behind.
"Ok, ok I get it." Kisuke said turning around, "Whatever little lesson you were trying to
teach me. I get it!" he continued throwing his hands up and then leaning against the
railing of a fence.
Yoruichi laughed, as herself, not Aya-chan. She grabbed his face in her hand and stroked
his hair.
"You think that's why I did this?" She caressed his cheek, looking in his eyes. Then
moved into hug him. "Ah, Kisuke, my sweet, dumb, lecherous boy. You're not the only
one who's a pervert in this couple." she smiled slyly at him. "I just wanted to have fun
with you. I wanted to play, too."
He looked at her trying to smile, she pulled back and rubbed his stubbly chin. She put
her hand on his bare chest and ran, it down his body to his angry member, which
instantly responded.
"Its too bad you don't want to play anymore. I had one more game I wanted to play."
She smiled.
.
.
To Be Continued.............
She was playing with him. The was he wanted to be played. Building anticipation. Her
ponytails and bangs, her long thigh high socks, the tight white blouse of her uniform.Oh,
she is so cute. He thought, as she "frolicked" in front of him on their tour of Karakura
town.
She was doing what he liked , what he wanted , all so innocently. Batting her eyelashes
at him, looking coyly over her shoulder, up at him. Her lips full and smeared with shiny
lip gloss, totally kissable. He thought of running his tongue across them before kissing
her.
(Secret Fantasy 12) She started calling him Onii-chan, pulling him by the arm every time
she saw something "Sugoi" amazing or "Kawaii" cute, her eyes wide. He melted, and his
dick got harder.
He'd see glimpses under her skirt when she bent down to pet a dog that was out walking
its owner. Or when she bent over to smell flowers in a shop. But one other thing he
noticed was that he wasn't the only one enjoying the view.
Out of the corner of his eye he'd see "them", stopped watching her. And when he turned
around "they" were gone like phantoms. He thought he as just being paranoid or
protective. At first.
Then the waiter at the resturaunt "accidentally" spilling water on her. Making her white
blouse see through, her pink bra and her nipples hard in an instant. They both watched,
mouths open, as she wiped the water from her cleavage. Not the Kisuke didn't like that,
but he didn't like that the waiter liked that.
He'd taken his haori off and put it around Yoruichi, and sent her outside to wait for him
while he paid the check. No sooner had he stepped outside, than he saw she was
surrounded by 3 punks trying to get her to go to a party. Why weren't they in school?
Yoruichi was vehemently saying no. That she was waiting for her onii-chan. They were
persistent, grabbing and pulling on her. (If they had known who they were really dealing
with they'd have run screaming). Yoruichi stayed as the sweet high school girl she was
playing for him, shy and frightened, running to Kisuke when he came out.
"Oh, Onii-chan, can we go?" she pleaded sweetly.
Kisuke wrapped is arm around her and smirked at them as they left. It had been a long
time since he had saved her, if ever. It felt good even if it wasn't real.
xxxxx
It was afternoon, they were at the train-station, heading to the beach. The platform was
already packed. This route had a lot of office building stops, so a lot of commuters used
it. Which is why Kisuke had bought the tickets for it. Yoruichi was in front of him. He was
standing protectively behind her.
He'd come back from buying tickets to see 4 guys talking to Yoruichi, trying to see what
school she went to. And prior to that he's seen two business men trying to take pictures
of her and up her skirt, when he had gone to check the times. It was starting to piss him
off. All the while Yoruichi was just as wide eyed and pleasant as the moment this game
started, chatting with girls from another high school about the stress of exams.
When he stopped giving the evil eye to every guy that looked at her, he was able to
relax and enjoy her, himself. The way she smelled when she caught a whiff of her when
the breeze caught her perfume. Her soft brown skin, when he brushed against her. The
fullness of her breasts , when she giggled. He liked seeing her, so soft and girlie.
Their train pulled up, and within minutes they were able to board. Kisuke maneuvered
them to the back part of the car,and just as he had wanted they were pressed into a
corner, by the window.
To his delight, with him tight behind her, Yoruichi was pressed against the window. He
could see over her shoulder, her breasts pressed against the glass.
(Forbidden Secret Fantasy 1- Grope a High school girl on the train) A wicked chuckle
escaped Kisuke's lips as the train got under way. The shifting of the car into motion
caused him to push into Yoruichi.
"Ahh, Aya-chan. Sorry" he said a smile on his lips. The passenger next to him looking
over at him, then lingering at Yoruichi. The man realized that Kisuke was watching him
and turned away.
"No, its okay, onii-chan," Yoruichi said sweetly, looking over shoulder at him, arching her
ass into his hard cock. His eye widened as a jolt of pleasure went through him. He'd
better enjoy this, its not like he'd get to do it again. He grabbed Yoruichi with his left
hand, pulling her back into him, his right side was facing the rest of the car. He held
very still, his eyes under the brim of his hat scanning the car to see if anyone could tell
what he was doing. His mouth as turned up into a devilsih smile.
He rubbed his cock slowly into Yoruichi. And so no one could tell he buried his face in her
hair, to mask his panting. His left hand moved from her waist, headed to her skirt. Her
hand stopping his before he hit home.
Why had she stopped him? Oh yeah , he thought, happily. She's a good girl. All the
better.He was tingling with delight, almost about to burst. He moved his hand a little bit
more forcefully under her skirt, over her panties, rubbing and stroking her lips. He could
feel the fabric, start getting wet. Kisuke was in heaven. It was so exciting, so naughty,
so dangerous.
He was relishing the pleasure of doing this in public, when he felt something on his leg.
He looked over Yoruichi's shoulder to see both her hands on the glass, he looked to his
right and saw a man reading a paper, nonchalantly holding his hand out looking to
stroke Yoruichi's leg, but getting Kisuke's instead. Kisuke grabbed his finger and bent it
back. The man didn't make a noise but took his hand back still reading the paper.
Kisuke's mood was ruined.
Yoruichi looked back. "Onii-chan, are you okay?"
"Yeah" he said watching the guy reading the paper.
It just got worse from there. Once off the train, Yoruichi's antics playing in the water
for his amusement, brought on a crowd of males. He covered her with his haori again,
and took her to the amusement park on the boardwalk.
Every other guy that passed by her "dropped something" so they had to bend down,
trying to look up her skirt. He couldn't go to the restroom or get them something to
drink without some guy propositioning her.
The ride back wasn't any better, he didn't even get to get close to her. Their was an old
woman facing him, as he stood behind Yoruichi. She'd definitely object to what he was
thinking. Her eyes were accusing him now. He could try a little rubbing but that old
woman would snitch for sure. And if Yoruichi was in a "playful" mood she might pretend
she didn't know him. So he stood as still as stone, trying not to look at the old woman,
who was boring holes into him. He pulled his hat down further over his eyes. Yoruichi
was talking to another set of girls , this time about makeup, and sitting right in front of
her was the guy with the newspaper. Kisuke wanted to strangle him. He looked up
smirking at Kisuke then went back to staring at Yoruichi's crotch.
The train ride was horrible, it was all he could do not to punch the newspaper guy during
the ride, because he kept dropping his paper or brushing up against Yoruichi's leg.
Kisuke couldn't wait to get off , dragging Yoruichi behind him. She was still chattering
and bouncing around as Aya-chan, which took most of the edge off.
"Onii-chan? Are you okay?"
"Hmm. Yeah." Kisuke said solemnly.
"Hey, Urahara. Whats up?" Renji said coming up the sidewalk with Ichigo, Chad and
Uryuu. "Who's the cutie?" he said scanning over Yoruichi.
"Wha- What?! Yoruichi is that you?" Ichigo exclaimed, not able to take his eyes off her.
Kisuke rolled his eyes, trying to pull her and keep moving forward.
"Its Aya-cha-" Yoruichi started but Kisuke's hand covered her mouth, not wanting to
reveal the detail of their game.
"Umm. Are you coming to school tomorrow?" Renji said almost panting at her, not
looking at her face at all.
"Maybe," she said smiling then glancing up at Kisuke "Not, no. Sorry guys." She
shrugged apologetically, but Kisuke wasn't having it and walked off. Renji didn't hide his
appreciation for Yoruichi's new look. Uryuu and Ichigo tried to pretend they were looking
at anything but Yoruichi. Chad just blushed.
"Will you be wearing that at dinner tonight?!" he called out her as they left.
"That's if I let you in for dinner,ya' damn moocher!" Kisuke called back.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Kisuke."
"Fuck off!!"
xxxxx
Kisuke was walking angrily. Yoruichi a few steps behind.
"Ok, ok I get it." Kisuke said turning around, "Whatever little lesson you were trying to
teach me. I get it!" he continued throwing his hands up and then leaning against the
railing of a fence.
Yoruichi laughed, as herself, not Aya-chan. She grabbed his face in her hand and stroked
his hair.
"You think that's why I did this?" She caressed his cheek, looking in his eyes. Then
moved into hug him. "Ah, Kisuke, my sweet, dumb, lecherous boy. You're not the only
one who's a pervert in this couple." she smiled slyly at him. "I just wanted to have fun
with you. I wanted to play, too."
He looked at her trying to smile, she pulled back and rubbed his stubbly chin. She put
her hand on his bare chest and ran, it down his body to his angry member, which
instantly responded.
"Its too bad you don't want to play anymore. I had one more game I wanted to play."
She smiled.
.
.
To Be Continued.............